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𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓲 ——— she/her, 🇲🇽, polka dot lady and pink enthusiast 4lyfe !

🩰 ——— JJK,

Gachiakuta,

Cookie Run,

The Freak Circus,

Superman,

HTTYD,

TKATB,

Dispatch,

Blue Lock,

Chainsaw Man,

TWST,

Genderbents are always an option for anything as well !

More to be added 🩰

🎶 ——— Requests are open

🪼 ——— Fluff, angst, smut

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Enjoy !

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I was convinced to make this a mini series, so here I am delivering to my angels.

Enjoy ! 🩰

p1 | p2 | p4

“Garden… of Sloth?”

You blinked, certain you must have misheard.

Surely that couldn’t be right. It was far too strange a name for a garden. Maybe she was joking—some small, private amusement at your expense.

You looked up at the pink woman, confusion written plainly across your face.

“Garden of Sloth?” you repeated. “Does this place belong to you?”

“Why yes! It does!” she said brightly. “This garden—along with the land above it—all belongs to me.”

She smiled down at you. It was pleasant enough at first glance, but it never quite reached her eyes. There was something else there instead—a glint you couldn’t name, sharp and dangerous.

Before you could gather your thoughts, before you could even open your mouth to respond, she cut in.

“Now, dear, I didn’t come here to interrogate you,” she said lightly. “I simply wanted to help.”

“Help me?” you asked. “And how exactly do you plan to do that?”

You wanted to appreciate the offer. Truly, you did. But that strange spark in her eyes made your skin prickle with unease. Still, you reminded yourself not to jump to conclusions.

The pink woman’s gaze swept over you slowly, head to toe. “Judging by your clothes,” she said, “and the way you look like you’ve fallen through several decades at once, you’re not exactly from here.”

Your stomach tightened.

“But fret not!” she continued cheerfully. “I’ve come to help you get settled here in the garden.”

“Wait—I never said I was staying—”

“You don’t exactly look like you know where you’re going either,” she interrupted, her tone still sweet but serious. “So tell me, would you rather remain in the comfort of the garden… or wander off into who-knows-where and see what happens?”

Her eyes glinted again, and this time it was unmistakable.

You closed your mouth.

She wasn’t wrong. You had no idea where you were. You’d been running on instinct alone, letting your feet carry you wherever they pleased, with no destination and no plan.

With a slow, frustrated sigh, you pushed yourself to your feet. Defeat settled heavily in your chest.

The woman hummed in satisfaction.

“Good, dear,” she said. “Come along now. I have so much to show you—people included.”

She took your hand without waiting for permission and began pulling you toward the land beyond the garden. Her grip was firm, almost possessive.

You didn’t know if this was the right choice.

But for now, being sheltered—even by someone unsettling—seemed better than being dead.

At least….for the time being.

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Me while writing knowing I got no sense of where this is going, I skip every dialogue in the game, and don’t care enough to search up the lore;

That was the only word that fit how you felt.

You didn’t know how long you had been running, or how long you had been crying—only that it had been long enough for your legs to finally give out and your throat to burn, raw and dry. Every emotion had been wrung from you, leaving nothing behind. No anger. No sadness. Just a hollow stillness where feelings used to be.

You had asked yourself why over and over again.


Why he chose her.
Why they never told you.
Why the whispers of the townspeople had been right all along.

And now you didn’t know what to do.

Do you keep going?
Do you go back?
Or do you die here—broken, empty, and alone?

You wanted to keep moving, but your malnourished body screamed in protest. So you stopped. In a dark, quiet clearing, you sank to the soft grass beneath you, panting, your gaze unfocused as it drifted over nothing in particular. You’d been like this for a while now—thirty minutes, maybe more. Time had lost its meaning.

Only when your eyes began to itch, stinging from tears and unblinking exhaustion, did you think that maybe closing them would help. Just for a moment. It didn’t matter if you never woke up—as long as you could finally rest.

When you finally shut your eyes, relief washed over you. Heavy, comforting. Sleep tugged at you, pulling you down into the quiet you so desperately needed.

…CRACK.

The sharp snap of a breaking stick shattered the calm.

Your eyes flew open as fear surged through your chest. Your heart raced, your body stiff, limbs sluggish as if they barely belonged to you. You scanned the darkness, desperate to catch any movement—any shadow—but all you saw were bushes and blackened shapes swallowed by night.

“H-Hello?” you called, your voice hoarse and fragile. “Is… anyone there?”

The sound echoed uselessly into the void. No answer. You swallowed, trying to convince yourself it was nothing. An animal, maybe. A deer passing through.

You were just about to close your eyes again when a voice answered you.

“Why hello, gorgeous.”

That was not what you expected.

You looked up—and froze.

Before you hovered a woman bathed in soft pink, beautiful from head to toe. Glowing wings carried her effortlessly above the ground, their shimmer illuminating the darkness around her. Your jaw slackened, eyes wide as disbelief took hold.

Are you dead?


Is she… an angel?

She noticed your stunned expression and let out a gentle giggle, floating closer until her presence filled your vision.

“Don’t be alarmed, sweetness,” she said warmly. “I’m not here to hurt you. I only wanted to welcome you.”

She smiled, eyes glowing with something unreadable.

“Welcome you… to my Garden of Sloth.”

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Whoa! Part 2!!!

I wonder who we ran into, and what they have in store….any guesses?

You never understood how it could be true—how anyone could be left out when three people stood side by side. Growing up with White Lily and Pure Vanilla, inclusion was never questioned. You did everything together. Thought together. Laughed together. To you, the three of you were inseparable—three peas in a pod, bound by dreams and shared memories.

And for a long time, that felt true. To you.

As the years passed, something soft and warm began to bloom inside your chest whenever you looked at Pure Vanilla. Love, perhaps. What else could explain the way your heart raced when he smiled? The way your gaze lingered on him as if he carried constellations in his eyes, warmth in his touch even when he wasn’t close. You felt it in every stolen glance, every shy word, every fluttering breath.

Everyone noticed.

White Lily noticed first.

She teased you mercilessly whenever Pure Vanilla was near, delighted by the way your voice quieted and your cheeks flushed. But beneath the teasing, she kept your secret safe. You trusted her with that—trusted her with everything.

Pure Vanilla, too, noticed. He noticed the way you spoke about him, the way your hands trembled when they brushed his sleeve, the way your smile softened whenever he entered the room. He knew. And though he cherished your affection, it filled him with a quiet, unbearable guilt.

Because you were not the one he yearned for.

The only person who ever made his heart stumble was White Lily.

And she knew.

She wanted to tell you. Heaven knows she tried. But how could she explain that the same person who gave you butterflies gave her the same feeling? How could she confess without shattering you? So instead, she stayed silent. And together, behind your back, they carried a secret of their own.

You never noticed. Or maybe you refused to.

The way they walked just a few steps ahead of you. The way their shoulders brushed too often, hands lingering a moment too long. You told yourself it was nothing—just the comfort of growing up together. White Lily would never betray you. Never.

Yet the whispers followed you.

“A team can only fit two.”

Each time you heard it, anger flared in your chest. What did they know? You were included. You had always been included. Otherwise, why were you still here?

But eventually, doubt crept in. Slowly. Painfully.

You began to see what you’d once overlooked—the shared glances, the hushed laughter, the way their eyes softened only for each other. It gnawed at you until you wondered if you were losing your mind.

You weren’t.

The truth found you on a quiet afternoon.

You wanted to be alone. The closeness between them had started to feel suffocating, and the whispers had grown too loud to ignore. So you planned a small date for yourself, packing a basket and wandering into the forest, hoping solitude would steady your heart.

You followed the familiar stone steps until they faded into a dirt path, leading to a clearing you all loved. A place woven with memories—trees standing shoulder to shoulder, flowers swaying like they belonged together. You smiled faintly as you approached, lost in recollection.

Then you heard voices.

Two voices you knew by heart.

Carefully, you slowed your steps, hiding behind the trees. And when you finally saw them, your world fractured.

There they were—White Lily and Pure Vanilla—standing where the three of you once lay beneath the sky. But there was no space for a third. Their closeness was undeniable, their smiles radiant in a way you’d only ever felt toward him.

And then they kissed.

Not a fleeting mistake. Not confusion. But a kiss filled with love—deep and certain.

Your heart shattered silently in your chest.

In that moment, everything made sense. The whispers. The distance. The truth you’d been avoiding. There had never been room for three. Only two had truly fit together.

You didn’t scream. You didn’t cry. Not right away anyway.

You simply set your basket down and walked away—far enough that their voices faded—then broke into a run. Tears poured from your face as your feet carried you far away and fast. You didn’t know where you were going, only that you couldn’t stay. Anywhere that held them was no longer deemed warm.

By nightfall, the couple packed up their quiet date. As they turned to leave, White Lily froze.

A basket sat abandoned near the clearing.

Your basket.

One she had made for you herself.

Her breath hitched, panic flooding her chest. Pure Vanilla followed her gaze, and his blood ran cold. With only a glance and without a word, they ran back toward the kingdom—toward the kingdom the three of you had built together.

They searched desperately. To explain. To beg forgiveness. To hope you had stayed.

But fate was cruel.

You were gone.

No trace. No note. No sign you had ever been there at all.

And for the first time, the kingdom felt unbearably empty.

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Hi, first fic guys I hope it’s okay 🥹 I did crk cuz I couldn’t think of anything else soooo